They fall and fall and fall
The ignorance of the petals
Unaware;
       Of war
        Of pain

They don't have a father in Afghanistan; a father that was buried under the flames
   Or a house, blown away with the sea
      Haven't heard the screaming of their mothers; seeing their dead, ******, brother
         They haven't come face to face with true pain
    Their mother wasn't shot by an Iraqi in the desert
Their sister never forced into slavery for ***
Never has their eyelids been peeled off-to witness the **** of their little sister
They are so innocent and the beauty of their veil is tearfully sublime


    They repeat the melody in their heads
The harmony of Venus-shining bright
        Surrounded by stars
         Surrounded by pure
                          Vast
   Empty